Saturday, April 07, 2007

first bloom of spring

It's not the warmer days or the sunlight that make spring beautiful. It's the flowers, and it always has been.

By the time those first flowers appear, the color has been leached out of the world for long that it hardly seems possible that there ever was a deep green the color of grass, a white as pure as a daffodil, or a pink as vivid as a rhododendron. For as long as I can remember, the world has been a weaker shade of bland: gray skies of mottled clouds, gray lawns pocked with barren gaps, and a cover of lifeless brown that blankets flower beds where last fall's leaves have gone unraked.

When the first green shoots poke through that dull and tepid mulch, it's like a kind word after a week of indifferent silence. And when a crocus the color of royalty bursts into bloom, it is the gentle touch of a lover's hand on your arm during the night.

Spring, which comes after a long and barren winter, is a miracle and a gift of God. Never fail to treasure it.

Copyright © 2007 by David Learn. Used with permission.

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